A Book of devotional poetry with black & white photography by Janavi Held
❀SAVING JANAVI❀ ❥ Please help us find 350 people able to give $100, so that we can reach our goal ❥ I am taking care of my sister Janavi who has been ill and in terrible pain for 6 years. She has been diagnosed with Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, Cachexia (wasting), and Abdominal Adhesions which we…
EDITOR’S NOTE: (re-posted from: https://womenspiritualpoetry.blogspot.com/2018/06/i-am-still-here-by-janavi-held.html) This was composed by a very gifted and beautiful soul: a regular contributor to our poetry project, and dear friend of mine, Janavi Held, whose life is gradually being taken from us by an incurable illness. She has been suffering from Complex Regional Pain Syndrome and Internal Adhesions for six painful…
Like many God-inspired poets of India’s Bhakti or devotional past (Mirabai and Chandidas come easily to mind), Janavi Held–writer, photographer, cineaste, observer of small miracles—chronicles the arrhythmia of a heart in love with Divinity. Letters to My Oldest Friend is a revelation. In elegant, spare verse and contemplative visual imagery, she gently cautions that we…
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❣️BOOK GIVE AWAY!!!❣️ ❣️Dear Friends, We are giving away a hardcover copy of Janavi’s beautiful book of poetry and photography to draw attention to the fundraiser. She is seriously ill and needs your help. To enter please give a donation of any amount or if you are unable, please share this post with as many…
https://www.gofundme.com/saving-janavi I am taking care of my sister Janavi who has been ill and in terrible pain for 6 years. Her condition has been diagnosed as Complex Regional Pain Syndrome and Internal Adhesions. When she came to live with me two years ago she weighed 97 pounds. We improved her diet and her weight peaked…
Broken Too fragile for animation, sentience, breathing. Inside walls of bones everything shatters, infinitely. A discovery of old roots traps my present tense heart which weighs a burden of foul words. It has known too much- it breaks at night and smiles brashly to the daylight not showing its broken curves. And that scale, sinking…
Some months ago I entered 2 of my poems into Hammond House’s 2017 INTERNATIONAL LITERARY PRIZE. The theme of the competition was ETERNAL Both of my poems where short listed. You can pre-order a copy of the anthology created with all the winning and shortlisted poems here: https://www.hammondhousepublishing.com/2017-competition-results To see the list of winners https://www.hammondhousepublishing.com/online-store/ETERNAL-Award-Winning-Poetry-p97059266 For…
Letters to My Oldest Friend by Janavi Held (Goodreads Author) Anita Neilson‘s review Nov 04, 2017 This is simply glorious. The words flow gently across the page in a waterfall of despair and hope, grief and faith, pain and joy. Together with beautifully crafted photographs of the natural world, it is a wonderful, precious undertaking.…
#Goodreads is celebrating its tenth anniversary and today is #hideabookday! They have gotten together with The Book Fairies, who have been hiding books all over the world! I had my own personal book fairy Karen R Tarnower take two copies of my recently published book of poetry and photography and hide them. I hope they…
I’ve walked so far and gotten nowhere. I contain endless memories yet I own nothing. My heart knows the falling out the falling down the falling away it remembers breaking and dreams of ascending and the endless labors which daily life is famous for. Titanic, lying memories forfeiting time lay in shards at my…
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I wish I had wings I’d leave this prison of gravity behind and go up and up grazing the tops of dazzling green trees swaying in the wind I’d soar through the mists of bright clouds breathing in freedom and moist particles of fog and rain I’d turn my face to the sun warm warming…
The land- she does not know ownership nor boundaries languages nor skin moving where she will inside or out of our impositions she takes the sun from all corners and the rain from all directions. ~ Janavi Held © 2017
Video with spoken poetry below Time Unhinged Dreamt of exterminated images, and forgotten doubts, of unhinged time with the hollow of silent bones thundering in the wake of restless flowers. Blinded by a vigilant morning I enter the mists of loneliness seeking laughter and daydreams (to counter the emptiness) too long for counting these…
“Yet, in spite of these spectacular strides in science and technology, and still unlimited ones to come, something basic is missing. There is a sort of poverty of the spirit which stands in glaring contrast to our scientific and technological abundance. The richer we have become materially, the poorer we have become morally and spiritually.…
Review of “Letters to My Oldest Friend: a book of poetry and photography by Janavi Held How many of us have had or taken the chance to dialogue with our soul, our maker, the deep slope of annihilation? Every poem and photograph in “Letters to My Oldest Friend” is such a dialogue. Inspired by her…
Washing windows must see the air as it whips through trees under birds wings. ~ Janavi Held © 2017
It’s raining I sit where I love to be in the half light melting into the starving earth leaves glow mirrors reflect everything I think I see. ~ Janavi Held © 2017
Purchase now on Amazon Reviews In praise of Letters to My Oldest Friend Like many God-inspired poets of India’s Bhakti or devotional past (Mirabai and Chandidas come easily to mind), Janavi Held—writer, photographer, cineaste, observer of small miracles—chronicles the arrhythmia of a heart in love with Divinity. Letters to My Oldest Friend is a revelation.…
Read more “Letters to My Oldest Friend” is now available on Amazon
Monsoon Dreams Bleached and tattered bark of tree leaves mired in wild wind endless sights of fragrant meadows transparence filtering flying pollen and wet laden clouds with white and gray monsoon dreams inside atoms resides the restless Master playing in a forest of His own making. Janavi Held © 2017 My book of poetry…
